Apocalyptic Tundra Age

The heavy snow fell for more than 20 days in a row, the wind howled in my ears, and the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground continued for more than 20 days.When Xu Zhonglei woke up this morning, he thought for a moment that his ears had finally gone deaf from the cold.

The wind has calmed down, the snow has stopped, and the long-lost sun shines white light on the far horizon. The moment the curtains are opened, it seems that the curtain of a movie is slowly opening, which hurts people's eyes.

There are crisp birds chirping that break the tranquility. They stay on the wires of the generator, and sometimes they go down to the snow to have a look. I don’t know if it’s a hallucination. Xu Zhonglei always feels that these "twittering" little things look thinner than usual Quite a lot.

"Morning..." Cheng Yuming was probably awakened by the bright light from the curtains. His semi-long hair, which hadn't been cut in months, was in a mess. He rubbed his eyes, glanced outside, and his tone became light in an instant, "This is Xueting. Is it? Is the sun coming out?"

"Morning! Look, the birds are out, the weather is really nice today!"

Xu Zhonglei pulled the curtains to the maximum, put on his trousers and coat, and went to wash up~

"Hmm~" "Hmm!" "Hmmmm!"

"Cheng Yuming! Can I eat bean sprouts today! Hey, my stomach is dying!" Xu Zhonglei sat on the toilet for a long time, wanting to come out, but there was nowhere to go out. The two days of torture forced him to cry out. Summon Cheng Yuming.

"Ahhh? Constipation? On your right, in the tissue box, there is Kayserol! I put it there yesterday, it works! Try it!"

In the bathroom, the bedroom was separated by two doors, in case Xu Zhonglei would not hear him, Cheng Yuming specially used the loudest volume to guide him through the air.

It seemed that after hearing Cheng Yuming's suggestion, Xu Zhonglei stopped talking.

"You can do it, kid. I didn't even know that I bought that thing, but you actually used it first." Xu Zhonglei blushed from the suffocation after solving the big problem, but he still teased Cheng Yuming first.

"Otherwise, why should I scratch my heart and lungs and send out bean sprouts?" Cheng Yuming rolled his eyes, "Mushrooms still don't have enough fiber, and now I don't even have a single cabbage! I want to eat green leafy vegetables, and my face is turning green..."

Vegetable seedlings with a height of ten centimeters have just been transplanted into the soil, and it will take several months to taste them; Cheng Yuming’s head grows big from eating a bowl of various mushrooms every day, and he feels a little dizzy every day when he goes to the toilet. It's indescribably uncomfortable. As a Guang'an native who still has a little pursuit of food, Cheng Yuming spends his free time every day digging through the basement to find food.

Then, those ten or so yards of jumbo sacks in the corner caught Cheng Yuming's attention.

On the sack is written: Heilongjiang Lamei Farm Co., Ltd.: 100 catties of soybeans.

Unopened, untouched, original.

Cheng Yuming asked about Xu Zhonglei's gunny sacks, and the guy slapped his head before remembering that he bought 500 catties each of soybeans and mung beans, and 200 catties of black beans.

What a waste of money!beans!Beans that can grind tofu, make bean curd, grow bean sprouts, and grind for breakfast, high-protein, high-fat godsend, just sit idle in the dark basement!If it wasn't for him, Cheng Yuming would have rescued these little cuties from the darkness, they could have been put directly into the mold!

Cheng Yuming decided to dig out the potential of these beans.

Bean sprouts can be made from soybeans and mung beans, but the taste of soybean sprouts is not good. Generally, the bean sprouts bought are made from mung beans.Cheng Yuming scooped out seven or eight catties, and soaked a catty of mung beans every two days, so that he wouldn't send out too much at one time.

The mung beans soaked for a day and night were spread out on the wet gauze, and then some water was poured every day. After three consecutive days of watering, yesterday, the first batch of mung bean sprouts were already as long as Cheng Yuming's middle finger. It can be longer, and I waited another day.

Unexpectedly, this early in the morning, Xu Zhonglei would stare at this batch of bean sprouts, with that concerned look, Cheng Yuming wondered if Xu Zhonglei wanted to eat them raw.

"Cheng Yuming, tell me, how do you eat bean sprouts?" Xu Zhonglei leaned over to the side of the large pots of bean sprouts placed in the mushroom room and asked.

"Stir-frying is delicious. It can also be served in hot pot and used as a side dish. The best bean sprouts I have ever eaten is Sichuan cuisine. The owner of the boiled fish has a good mix. The bean sprouts are eaten last, which is full of flavor." Absorb the chili oil and soup in it, take a bite, it is spicy and fragrant, and the taste is still crispy, it's just right! I tried it myself, and no spices are as good as that restaurant..."

"Hey, big brother, you are my big brother! Don't say it, even if I have to eat, my buttocks can't bear it. I'll order, stir-fry, just stir-fry!" Xu Zhonglei was drooling at Cheng Yuming's words When he was about to come down, he hurriedly stopped this torture, which was no less than poisoning in the middle of the night.

When Xu Zhonglei buys supplies, he likes to visit Taobao, where there are all kinds of strange and useful things.

Especially the function of "guess you like it", I really understand his inner yearning very well. His family's current dog sledding is "guess you like it", and there is this pile of beans, the keywords "Northeast" and "soymilk"" Soybean" and "protein" simply and straightforwardly seduced his banknotes.

But after these things came, Xu Zhonglei was stumped by miscellaneous things and left the pile of beans behind. If it wasn't for Xiao Cheng's insightful eyes, the pearl would be covered in dust.

For lunch, Xu Zhonglei ate stir-fried bean sprouts to his heart's content. A pound of mung beans yielded a big basket of bean sprouts. Cheng Yuming only fried half of them, and the two of them enjoyed it.

It didn't snow today, so there was no need to climb up the roof to sweep the snow, so both of them were free in the afternoon. After being tired for so many days, Xu Zhonglei wanted to lie on the sofa and play games all afternoon. Unexpectedly, after washing the dishes, Cheng Yuming changed Like magic, a large bucket was pulled out.

"Come, come, brother, come and help me! Finally, I have a long time to spare and have time to make tofu! Fortunately, I soaked more than ten catties of soybeans together in the morning, so there are five hours. Don't spread it out, and make tofu. .”

That "slightly" has the soul of the local dialect when you hear it.

Xu Zhonglei first helped Cheng Yuming go to the tool room and carried the refiner that had been idle for a long time into the living room. Use the snow water that was melted while burning the kang, and bring it in a big bucket.

Putting the large electronic scale on the ground, Cheng Yuming muttered to himself to calculate the ratio of beans to water, and then weighed the water and scaled the beans. According to the ratio of six kilograms of water per kilogram of soybeans, Cheng Yuming found two super large irons that were idle in the boiler room behind. Bucket, a total of 30 kilograms of water was weighed in before it was finished.

This refiner is relatively grinding. You can’t just add water to the beans and grind them all at once. Instead, you have to add the mixed beans and water one at a time like a traditional stone mill.

In order to start this annoying little goblin, except for a 30w energy-saving lamp, Xu Zhonglei cut off the power of all the electrical appliances in the house, and sent the power strip to its plug, so that he can fully enjoy the electricity in the house.

The pulp outlet below is connected to another super-large iron bucket. Xu Zhonglei washed it clean and put a big bag on it, which is used to filter the bean curd residue.

Everything was ready, only the east wind was owed, and the two pressed the switch with this small 30w light.

Xu Zhonglei sent the beans and water to the belly of the refiner one spoon at a time. After one minute, white soymilk flowed out slowly from the pulp outlet below.

"Don't look, hurry up, let it go!" Cheng Yuming held the big bag and urged Cheng Yuming to recover from the novelty of seeing this scene for the first time.

The sound of the refiner was frighteningly rumbling, but it was really easy to use. After only 15 minutes of grinding, the soy milk was half ground, and the bag containing the bean dregs was almost full. Cheng Yuming quickly turned off the power and put the bean dregs aside.

All the soybeans were finished in half an hour, and the two harvested a large iron bucket of soybean milk.

To make tofu, you have to filter the soy milk again. After filtering, a large pot of bean dregs has accumulated.

Next, Xu Zhonglei turned on the large stove in the boiler room outside, and the two iron pots were about to contain all the soy milk, while Cheng Yuming picked up the vinegar bottle and struggled to calculate the approximate ratio.

Cheng Yuming made tofu by himself. Of course, he didn’t make it at home, but spent money to make it in an ancient tourist attraction. The tofu there was made of gypsum that was burnt and ground into powder. Cheng Yuming later checked the information himself to find out the composition of gypsum It is calcium sulfate containing water. Small villages after such a catastrophe would not even think about having this kind of thing, but gypsum is used in the south, and brine is used in the north. But in fact, vinegar can also be used to make some tofu materials.

The problem is, proportion.

Looking at the whole 500ml bottle of vinegar in his hand, Cheng Yuming decided not to be too risky. He first poured half of it out into a graduated cup, and the soy milk in the iron pot boiled slightly on high fire. Remove the froth while observing the appearance of the soy milk.

That's it!The soy milk was bubbling upwards, the bean bubbles burst and overflowed outwards, and new bean bubbles were formed below. Cheng Yuming hurriedly asked Xu Zhonglei to turn off the fire, and poured the remaining half of the vinegar into the cauldron by himself. Stir, and after 1 minute, the tofu flower can be seen congealing with the naked eye.

It worked!

On the other side, the tofu was already boiling, and Cheng Yuming did the same thing, and it succeeded.

The coagulation temperature of tofu is between 90°C and 110°C, just at the dividing line between boiling and non-boiling. Both states can be formed. Cheng Yuming took advantage of this point and dared to "try the ratio".

The condensed tofu should be put into the wooden box quickly. Cheng Yuming washed the wooden box that Xu Zhonglei failed to make early in the morning, carefully put a layer of clean cloth on it, and then filled it with a layer of tofu and a wooden board. A large box measuring [-] centimeters in length, width and height.Press the last wooden board on it, and then press several large stones, wait for the water in the water tofu to drain slightly, and the tofu will be formed.

At this time, the corners of Cheng Yuming's mouth raised slightly. When he was serious, he didn't like to talk, but he liked to think about it. Now that he laughed, the matter had taken shape.

"It's done?" Xu Zhonglei helped build the stone, just in time to see Cheng Yuming laughing.

"It's done, wait another half an hour, and we can eat tofu."

"Mom, I didn't buy tofu at the tofu stand before. I'm sorry for them. One piece of tofu costs one yuan, so you can buy it without worry! I'm so tired!"

Xu Zhonglei shook his head, loosened his muscles and bones, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"That is, I made tofu once, and I don't want to do it myself again. There is no way."